Although this is a work of fiction a fair amount of the detail is true. I sit here dressed exactly as the main character my nails flashing, feeling, looking, I hope and smelling, very feminine.

  

G and T and Christine

by Toyah

  

It was Geoff's big idea; his wife had left the house without a word what seemed an age ago, his hobby forcing her to leave. He had never dared to venture out as his alter ego, his wife closing the door was the trigger, and tonight was the night!

He had booked the afternoon off work to prepare. He drew a long hot scented bath and relaxed for half an hour before carefully shaving all of his body hair off. He was not sure what he was going to wear but preparing for every eventuality always helps and his legs looked so much better without their shaggy covering.

After his soak he looked at himself in the mirror, trying to see how he would look later in the day, he was unable to imagine the change in the rather plain person standing looking back at him. He spent some time languishing, luxuriating to some degree on being alone around the house, he missed his wife and going through his extensive collection of clothes helped to soothe his agitation to some degree. After an exhaustive process of elimination he chose his outfit. Though it may change later it was at least a good start. He spent the some time watching telly and painting his nails, he chose a new deep red water shine varnish. When he had finished his glossy nails glinted indulgently back at him.

At 6 he started to prepare for his night out, another closer shave on his face left him feeling less rugged, he carefully plucked his eyebrows to an androgynous shape, hell he still had to make a living without anyone knowing about his hobby. A few seconds later he stood by the bed, his preferred outfit laid neatly upon it, because he had decided on his favourite trousers he first had to tuck his maleness away.

This was done in a manner that had developed over the years, first of all he pushed his balls up into his body then before it all got out of control he slipped the end of a cut off pair of tights over his slowly growing erection. Next he tucked his scrotum neatly in then wrapped the base with a piece of gaffer tape. Another piece of tape was then laid over the length of this package this being pulled back between his legs and secured. 2 more pieces joined together at a slight outwards angle were attached at the front pulled back and apart onto her? buttocks.

A pair of black tights were carefully rolled up his legs, some foam padding was applied to the hips and a black thong was eased into place to finish. Geoff then picked up his favourite pair of black leather rear zip jeans, they had no pockets and fitted perfectly. Geoff pulled them slowly over his now shapely thighs, carefully smoothing them into place over his now perfectly flat crotch, reaching behind he pulled the zip up.

He could not resist feeling his now very feminine looking jeans, flat with no zip to break the line at the front, the slight outline of the thong the only thing to break the contour. His hands slid all over the fabric easing over his legs, enjoying the cool smooth leather. His nails glinted as he traced the smooth material, caressing his tightly encased body he could not help himself, then his brain kicked in, hey sister there is more to do before you are fully released so lets get on.

Geoff next walked to the bathroom with his makeup bag in hand, already his hips were beginning to sway within their tight leather casing. A base of brownish lipstick was applied to disguise where his beard had been, he stood on tiptoe and leaned over to the mirror grinding slowly against the immovable sink as he applied a light dusting of powder, again he could not help it he felt so good. Swaying away to the bedroom a pair of breast enhancers, made and refined over many months, were applied to the chest of Geoff.

Geoff although reasonably slim still liked one or 2 beers most nights, to trim his waist to a reasonable profile he had made a waist clincher that gave a good shape but was not uncomfortable like most commercial items. This clincher now wrapped around his waist and he nipped it at the back. The thong and tights pulled up over the base to smooth over the negligible outline.

On the way back to the bathroom Toyah took over for the night this was her territory now. Foundation was carefully applied to her face, this was covered again with a light dusting of powder. Her face became a blank canvass to create a new painting almost. Eyeliner was used to frame the eyes followed by a glittering of red eye shadow, this was topped with a delicate purple. Mascara, eyebrow pencil, and a flick of eyeliner finished the eyes. Toyah's lips were carefully lined, a plum lipstick filled in around her mouth. Lip-gloss created a sexy shiny pout, she licked her lips and purred. A line of brown blusher was teased out to create a frame and her face was finished. A line of blusher was lightly drawn to enhance her soon to be cleavage.

She sashayed back to the bedroom shi picked up her low cut French red and black print top. Now to see if she could get away with this revealing slip of material. She pulled the strings that were attached to her breast enhancer together. Drawing her previously flat chest inwards to create a deep inviting cleavage, she slipped on the top and zipped it up. Reaching down she picked up a pair of silicone breast forms. The forms and enhancer had Velcro pads attached so she popped the forms in gave a tiny shrug, and, hey not a bad rack. A dash of perfume seemed to be called for and was duly applied.

A wig is always a tricky thing she had tried lots of looks, blond of course and black but browns and coppers finally won the day. The current choice lay on the bed not as long as maybe she would like but it had a very good cut that seemed to work, she brushed it through held it for a moment then drew it on, a thrill of sensations ran through her neck as the long strands fell into place.

Jewellery came next; a gold choker with disk pendants locked into place around her neck, a pair of cat shaped earrings were snapped into place. Toyah could not wait for her shoes and floated down the stairs to see herself in the full-length mirror that was in the hallway. Revealed in the mirror was a 30 ish, not bad looking woman with a trim figure, wearing clothes that gave out a message, the message was, TIME TO HIT TOWN.

She rushed up the stairs slipped her feet into sensible 3-inch stilettos, after grabbing her purse and keys she then proceeded at a more sedate rate to her garage. Her carriage awaited, a gleaming open topped sports car. She folded into the seat shut the door and started the engine, the roar and then the vibration of the engine pulsing through the seat and into those skin tight trousers almost made her have an embarrassing accident. Composing herself she set off.

With the wind in her hair and probing her body she drove into town, was it the car or her enigmatic smile that gained the admiring glances she really did not care. Upon reaching a reasonable parking space she took a moment to check herself in the mirror, tousled but interesting she thought and slid first one leg then the other onto the street then elegantly unfurled herself from the car. She saw a group of lads between her and the end of the street, they looking her way. What the hell, she bent over into the car to collect her purse and twitched her well upholstered behind at them turned round blew them a kiss and then glided past them with a flick of her hair.

Toyah's destination was Mirrors, a new bar that had been set up to allow those less well accepted a place to meet and relax, she hesitated for a moment then stepped inside. Inside it was cool, a murmur of voices drifted from unseen places. She walked elegantly up to the bar and ordered a Martini from the rather cute barmaid. While she waited she studied her surroundings, plush chars littered the semi circular space in front of the bar, seemingly random but carefully placed so you could see and be seen, a place to meet or just to contemplate or mingle. Towards the rear of the bar was a dining area to the side of this a series of partially enclosed booths, more secluded areas for friends or groups.

She was startled from her visual tour by her drink arriving, she paid and chatted for a few moments with the barmaid who seemed to accept her for herself, which felt really good. As the barmaid walked away to serve another customer Toyah could not help but notice the stunning rear view which presented its self, a touch of self doubt slipped unbidden into her mind, if only I could look that good.

"Excuse me!" the voice came from behind. Toyah turned round to be confronted by the most beautiful woman that she could imagine. "Err yes" she stammered not sure what to say. She took in the long, raven black hair, flawless skin, the green intelligent eyes and a black leather mini dress to die for. The woman must have been poured into it, Toyah swallowed, and thought how it would feel to assist in the pour. "My name is Christine", the vision intoned her voice was soft and smooth, Bailey's and cream expressed by words. "I saw you when you came in" she continued, "I have not spotted many T's in here, you look a knockout in that outfit". She had a slight Irish burr, Toyah blushed at the compliment.

Toyah introduced herself, "I hope you don't mind me asking but how did you know". "I thought at least from a distance no one could tell". Christine smiled, a teasing smile, "I didn't, not for sure, you look perfect, maybe a sixth sense or a little luck". Toyah's hand was lightly gripped and shook, a faint waft of Channel struck her nose she was smitten. "I love those trousers", a voice, a link to reality, broke through. Christine staring openly at Toyah's leather bound crotch. "Why thank you", Toyah's brain reeled. Think of something to say, "uh you could try them, sometime, if you wanted", DORK! Geoff yelled. Christine smiled that smile, "well why don't you and I pop over to the lady's and lets see if I can get into them".

Toyah her mind in a turmoil followed, she still managed to notice the leather hem and the top of the legs in front, moving enticingly, rippling and that enticing rolling rear. As the door opened Geoff tried one last time to stop this, too late, the mental door slammed shut just as Toyah took in the surroundings. She looked at Christine and said, "so how do we do this", the words quivered, "what if someone" the question unfinished. Christine smiled, oh that smile. "You go to that one, I'll go to that one then toss them over".

Toyah went into the cubicle indicated she removed her shoes and eased down her wonderful trousers. Not thinking, feeling exposed, she flipped them over the partition. She heard soft sounds coming through the partition, a zip, a rustle, a swish another zip. Christine's voice, "hey where is the top these don't go with a dress". Toyah removed the required item, feeling very vulnerable she passed her only escape and covering over the high barrier. More sounds, then over the partition came that dress, "try it hun" came Christine's soothing tones. Toyah needed no persuasion; she grabbed the dress and stepped into it. She squeezed into the supple tight and still warm garment, as she slipped her arms into the long sleeve's she caught the smell of its previous occupant. The dress moulded to her curves, and clung tightly to her hips, reaching behind she tried to pull up the zip, contorting she could not do it, BUGGER, (Geoff just had to butt in), "I can't do it up she called". "No probs just come out now" Christine replied "and I will see if I can get you in".

Toyah walked out into the marble palace that was Mirror's lady's room. Christine emerged in what Toyah had worn not five minutes ago, she looked sensational, giving a coy look and said "I really don't know how you got in to these but they feel wonderful, come here". Toyah walked over, the hem of the dress forcing her to take small careful steps, "turn around silly". Toyah reluctantly turned around, she felt the dress pull and hold her body in a gentle grip. "Around again hun", she did as asked, "wow look at you, it fits you better than me", flattery never did harm but Toyah felt happier than anyone at that moment. She caught a reflection in the mirrors lining the room. The dress was sex on a stick it felt and looked like it was part of her. She turned slowly admiring the flowing simple lines of that beautiful item feeling its gentle restraint. She smoothed the non-existent wrinkles from the skirt line admiring the fit and the sensation, "can I wear it for a while she asked".

"Course you can, how about all the way to my place"? Toyah could not believe her ears, "I have some things that I think you would like to try and I would love to see you in them". Toyah did not hesitate a beautiful sexy lady, offering her a chance of a lifetime, "lets go", she said.

They walked out of the pub arm in arm, the lads that she had flashed her bum to were still there, lets give them a treat Christine said and slipped her hand to Toyah's waist. Toyah followed in kind then slowly ever so slowly Christine's hand dropped so that as they passed the group it rested on Toyah's behind. Toyah following exactly, felt Christine's soft rolling rear through those achingly sexy trousers, she felt Christine's hand give a tweak to her own exquisitely upholstered bottom.

As they reached the car they split up and glanced behind the group were staring open mouthed at them, they must have been confused. They had seen one lady in one outfit go in, then 2 lady's, the second wearing the firsts clothes come out.

Toyah slid behind the wheel and started the engine, Christine squirmed in her seat, "anything wrong" asked Toyah, "far from it came the reply, these trousers feel fantastic and that rumble it focuses the mind right at them", Toyah could not agree more.

As the car sped through the roads Toyah could feel the wind caressing her legs breezes brushed unaccustomed places, the dress clung to her and moved with and against her. Every gear change became a sensual high, every bump a pleasure, every movement gave a moment of joy.

Toyah eventually pulled into the drive and they entered Christine's house. Christine pouted, "suppose you want these back", "suppose so" Toyah replied mimicking the look. Christine smiled, "back in a mo" she said disappearing up the stairs, more muffled sounds of zips and rustles followed, was that a rude word? Christine returned slightly breathless with the trousers over her arm. Toyah hardly paid them any attention, Christine had returned in a black rubber cat suit that seemed glued to her body, it swayed and gleamed, Christine seal like looked sensational though how she had got into the skin tight sensation on her own Toyah had no idea.

"Like it"? Christine twirled, her curves highlighted by the supple enhancing covering. You should try it in here she said, I feel so turned on, to prove it she deftly rubbed her hands all over the polished surface, "whoa! that feels good", her hands dwelt a second longer than necessary at the top of her tightly encased legs. "It is just like a part of me, its alive and separate at the same time, I can feel my every move, then it follows, not exactly in sync but so dammed horny".

Toyah could not speak; she had always wanted to buy something just like the luscious outfit she saw on the goddess standing in front of her. "Want to try it, think you can look good in this" Christine looked at her mockingly. Toyah nodded not believing but wanting aching to try, unable to utter a word. "Well you can't so there" Christine dashed her dreams in a moment "I want to stay just like this for now".

Christine noted the disappointment on the face of the attractive person opposite. "Oh come here! Toyah walked towards the sexy enticing woman, "want to touch" the question obviously unnecessary. "Ok follow me sweetie". Toyah was led up the stairs she drooled at the sight the lithe body in front, its every movement accentuated beneath its flexible outer shell. Entering the bedroom Toyah saw a similar outfit laid out on the bed, she hardly dared to hope. "Hang on" Christine said as she rummaged in one of the bedside drawers. She emerged triumphantly having extracted a wet look, one-piece swimsuit with high cut legs and low back. "It may look better with this underneath sugar". With that she nipped behind Toyah and pulled the zip of the dress down, I will be waiting downstairs she breathed and slipped out the door.

Toyah removed her arms from the dress and sadly let it slip to the floor, the smell of leather clung to her body as she stepped into the swimsuit. The suit was a very snug fit and felt incredibly good. She saw the cat suit was zipped at the back, so taking her shoes off she gingerly slipped first one leg then the other into its clinging confines. The rubber felt cold and tight as she eased the flexible material up, every inch gained having to be won in battle against the form fitting latex. First one arm then the other were coerced into their enticing cocoon, a dusting of talcum jetted from the impossibly small wrists. The front snapped up as she drew her shoulders into the suit, the elastic-ness pulling all of her body into an erotic embrace. She was in, but no matter how she squirmed she could not pull up the zipper, she called down for help.

A moment later Christine walked in, she eyed Toyah up and down, "very good" she said, "having trouble getting in". She eased herself closely behind Toyah, her body pressed up close her heat settled into Toyah's back. Toyah felt hands pulling at the rubber as the zip was slowly inched up. The suit became tighter, became part of her, then she was fully encased, she heard a light click from somewhere behind and felt Christine ease her arms forward, she caressed Toyah, exploring blindly but assuredly. Christine's hands slipped lower gliding over the smooth surface around the top of Toyah's legs, touching, exploring, squeezing, Toyah shuddered as the sensations exploding to her brain, a voice whispered "I still don't know how you do it but I can't feel a thing down there". Toyah her voice unsteady replied "us girls have to keep some of our secrets".

Toyah turned to face the temptress, as she did she saw the sight of 2 shiny beautifully curved women glinting in the bedroom mirrors, she gasped at the image. The thought that one of these luscious playthings was her was indescribable, she saw that one of those gloriously clad women followed her every move and believed. She wrapped herself around Christine hugging and being hugged. They kissed, hard and long, their tongues explored every crevice lipstick smearing and merging. Toyah felt herself getting seriously aroused beneath her constricting restraints, the thought and feel of this latex embrace beyond her control, her body could not escape and was held firmly in check within its binding. She felt the lithe warm body that was pressed against her slide enticingly through her fingers, she pulled Christine even closer, they fell onto the bed their passion beyond hope.

She slid her thigh between Christine's writhing legs the two of them gliding, rutting, twisting against each other. They coiled like 2 deadly sexy snakes; entwined, feeling their bodies encased in the embrace of the pliant now sweat drenched latex, flowing with and against the rubber and themselves.

They ended facing each other, Toyah slightly out of breath wrapped her leg around Christine twisted her so that this gorgeous sexy creature lay on top, the pressure of forcing Toyah's bondage into an eruption of pleasure.

The long black hair framed the face of his wife smiling down at him, thank you he said reaching behind to release himself from his erotic prison, he could not feel the top of the zip something was in the way. Christine looked down upon at a face and body that was not at the moment Geoff's but a body that felt and looked like it was made for pleasure, her pleasure, and said "you will thank me when I decide to release you". "The padlock behind your neck will make sure do my bidding all night". "To get out you will have to satisfy me completely". Toyah slid her hand to the back of her jailors neck and released her body from its hot restrictive covering. Taking her time she slowly peeled of that delectable suit exposing the moist female beneath. Toyah looked forward to a long, pleasurable, exhausting, night, encased in an outfit that held Geoff in total control unable to be released until she had fully satisfied his wife and paid for his crime of being happy.

  

  

  

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